There, the Mirror World

Transparent ceiling, moss-clothed floor Arm-wide, hell-wide walls, no key, no door Just endless darkness embracing my skin Just pale and cold and frozen feeling Just one hope to touch the ceiling Just one gaze for a tired, dead grin Echoing ether, seaweed-waved chains Loneliness everywhere, my half-life drains I feel the locks humming around my heart I feel when they rip my bones apart I feel the urge to rise from the dark I feel that someone carries my mark There, the mirror world Here, the reality Here, the mirror world There, the reality Smiles, little feet, wandering men Stones thrown and drowned, starting again But now my soul shivers and it's not cold But now I see the sun and it's gold But now I rise so anxious and bold There aren't chains that could me hold